Breathe

I fall 

    Down 

             Down

                       Down

Land on grass

Dewdrops clings to every blade

Land on leaves

Dew makes the color pop

Yellow

           Red orange

I close my eyes

Trying to escape the rush

      Of anxiety 

It’s catching up to me

       Just like the years

           Already fall

            Junior year

I breath in the smell

Of dried leaves

Dying plants

            Earth

And the smell I can’t quite place

But it’s here every fall

I lay my palms down on the ground 

Listen to my heart beat pound pound pound

Focus on the way the tree 

      Shifts the light under my eyelids

Feel the texture of the grass 

        Damp

Try to remember 

That fall

Is a time of change 

Even though I can’t help being scared

     Of my future

How next time

The air smells like this

I will be 18

No longer a child

Yet still not an adult 

    Every fall I change

And yet stay the same

How I watch the sky turn orange

How I collect leaves 

And make a crown

      Every fall smell the air

Breathe in deep

And remember 

Change can be good